Chapter 65

• Mike fell into a deep slumber after his and Sarah's encounter. She snoozed beside him, wrapped up in his embrace and sticky with sweat. She awoke an hour later and glanced at the clock. It was supper time. She reached over and pushed her brother's shoulder.
• He groaned in his sleep. "No more pickles." he slurred, and began snoring.
• She giggled and leaned close to his head. "Okay, no more pickles, but what about the weasel?"